Not to mention Evgeny, who was the mastermind, all the High Elves present breathed a sigh of relief.

On the surface, they regained their previous calmness and elegance, but their hearts still couldn't stop pounding.

Although, strictly speaking, they were just Evgeny's subordinates, following orders.

But when it comes to the metal dragon, or the silver dragon cub, once this kind of bad nature is revealed, the other party is not like the young dragon that the chief deduced before, then it will be so troublesome, but it will be completely troublesome.

The parenting policy of the metal dragon and the five-colored dragon herding sheep is completely different, especially the gold and silver dragon.

Compared to the five-colored dragon, which has no sense of responsibility at all, the metal dragon has run to the other extreme, and is more inclined to be overprotective, so that a consensus is slowly born over time:

That is, you have nothing to do, to bully and bully the adult gold and silver dragon, and even the young dragon who has already come out of the nest, it may not be a big deal.

At most, make an appointment with three friends and five friends to come back to the field afterwards.

Once you've got your hands on the young dragon, it's basically the same as stabbing a hornet's nest.

They won't reason with you, but they will come out of the nest and come to the city at every turn.

Although the High Elves are not afraid of war, how could the Elf King start an inexplicable national war because of the mistake of their gang of soldiers who reversed black and white and greedy for merit?

Therefore, the most likely outcome is that even if they escape the pursuit of the silver dragon's parents all the way, they will face the collective pressure of the silver dragon group and even the metal dragons, and they will be thrown out as outcasts by the elf king.

Then, under the scolding of all the High Elf citizens and even the clansmen and the witness of the metal dragons, he faced the judgment of doomed disrepute.

He was utterly condemned to death on the pillar of shame.

This terrible consequence is simply worse than death.

But on the contrary, as long as the Chief's reasoning is still conclusive, then they can explain it by 'saving Miss Silver Dragon' from the hunt of the Barbarians of the Northlands and successfully rescuing her from the control of the Crimson Calamity.

Even if things weren't what they thought they would, it wouldn't get in the way of anything at all.

They hadn't hurt the young dragon all along, had they?

Moreover, what wandering silver dragon could refuse the temptation to return to the tribe?

And they can do it by bridge, through the hands of the Elven King.

At that time, they will be greeted on the triumphal avenue leading from Devensel to the royal court......

It will be a cheering celebration of the hustle and bustle of the road!

It will be a cry of joy from the people!

The Elven King will personally praise them.

The metal dragon will also give them friendship.

At that point, they will no longer be able to see any ascent for hundreds of years without stepping foot on the battlefield, or they will be the lowly soldiers who will always need to charge at the front line of the battle with the Drow Elves.

It's heroes!

Forge a Guardian of Peace that solidifies friendship with dragons!

Such an opportunity has never been available in a thousand years!

With such a beautiful future and exciting pictures, no one can refuse the High Elves who have been seduced by Evgeny's speech.

In this matter.

All of them High Elves ......

It's all grasshoppers on a rope.

"Do you want to send a team of men to deal with that dragon?" The adjutant volunteered.

The frightened Evgeny thought about it, shook his head and refused:

"No, the paralyzing potion on the arrow shot by the barbarian should have already started to work, and she can't fly."

"But the foothills are too big for her to escape, and we have to put all of our hands on this pile."

"Then, be sure to appear as a savior when you see her."

"Yes...... Business...... Must! ”

It is a matter of the life and future of the family, so that in the past, the delicate face, which was always gorgeous and charming in the eyes of mankind, was a little distorted because of excessive tension:

"Got it?"

"Understood!" The adjutant commanded.

Evgeny looked away from the adjutant:

"Tell those barbarians that there is another dragon, the kind that has been spit out of the dragon's breath, let them deal with it, whether they live or die, as for the reward, it is the same as before."

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant took the order and left.

If it was in the past, she would have laughed at the sudden appearance of such a red young dragon, but at this time, compared to the silver young dragon that had awakened the beginning of the spell, and what it might bring......

Such a fool who vented the dragon flame as soon as he saw it......

She's really a little unsightly!

A few minutes later, the barbarians who received this information were boiling.

Another dragon, a red young dragon, whether it is alive or dead, can be disposed of by yourself, and there is still a benefit to take afterwards?

Why is there such a good thing?

Aren't these high elves being pulled to their butts by a branch while walking in the woods and finally opening their eyes?

In the crowd, Locinde, who was alone this time, did not show any smile on his face.

Instead, he stared in the direction of the skyrocketing fire and smoke, and staggered a little.

He knocked away a brute in front of him, drew a throwing gun from behind him as he passed by, and when he passed by another person, he touched a green potion bottle on his waist and bit the mouth of the bottle with his teeth, spit out the rubber and wooden stopper, and poured it on the tip of the gun with a blank face.

Locinder threw away the medicine bottle casually, and just carried the poisoned throwing gun, with a double axe at his waist, and his expression gradually changed from calm to angry:

"It's you!"

"It's you again!"

"It's definitely you!"

"This time ......"

"You must die !!"

......

"Poof!"

At the southern foot of the mountain range, David casually threw off the last warrior.

Standing alone in the burning forest, two wisps of afterflame erupted from its nostrils:

"Whew...... This sudden anger is getting higher and higher. ”

I don't know if it's because the dragon has been lonely for too long since the crossing, and whenever he is lonely and homesick in the past five years, he can only talk to himself in his dreams.

Once the accumulated emotions have exploded, it is often difficult to end.

When his anger subsided, there was no one left in front of him who didn't run away and chose to fight with him in the first place.

He wasn't going to fight today.

He didn't recruit anyone or provoke anyone, so he happily came out to prepare a buffet, but he was almost opened the back door......

"It's hard not to be impulsive, isn't it? Brother! ”

David looked around at the barbarians, who were no longer able to answer him, shook his head, and prepared to go.

Although he was even hungrier after a fight, he was still indifferent to the 'food' that was all over the ground.

After all, it hasn't reached the point of life and death, and if you don't eat a bite, you will starve to death, so you don't have to challenge your existing three views and past bottom line to disgust yourself, right?

And after enjoying the cold 'Snow Worm Juice' and the 'Roasted Whole Beef Feast' in quick succession, he couldn't even arouse the slightest interest in raw meat now.

He is now a three-good young dragon with ambition, pursuit and taste!

But just as David, who had been exhausted and faintly tired, was about to take off, his fins suddenly moved.

Then his whole body suddenly turned back, and he grasped the spear that had broken through the air.

The blow was extremely heavy, and the sharp spear head rubbed against the dragon scales between his claws to create a dazzling blood mist and sparks, sliding out of his claws for three inches before stagnation in front of his forehead.

"Awesome!"

David couldn't help but praise it, so professional, if it weren't for the wrong scene, he would have wanted to learn from a teacher.

"Warrior, who are you? To help them get revenge? ”

Seeing the dragon spitting out words, not even knowing that he had existed in the past, Losinde, who was already full of anger, froze at his feet, and suddenly felt sad.

He simply stopped talking, pulled out his twin axes, and charged towards David with a roar in the sky.

Seeing that there was finally someone who looked like he could fight, David was not in a hurry to leave.

It's just that he has just taken a step when he stumbles under his feet, only to feel that his tongue is stiff and his muscles are even more sluggish.

He glanced down at the dropped spear and the somewhat scaly claw, not knowing where he had been hit.

"Nima! I still call you a warrior, if you can't beat it, you will be poisoned, right? ”

Despicable barbarians!

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